[Sulu inhaled deeply through his nose at Uhura's response, images flooding into his mind, and though he'd been thinking about it off and on all day, the exact description made for a much more vivid mental picture. His body was very quick to show its appreciation of the topic of conversation, and he took another breath to resist the urge to adjust himself, wanting to remain polite, at least for the time being.
Of course then Uhura moved to unzip her skirt, shimming to push it down her smooth thighs, and Sulu's mouth dropped open, his gaze falling to watch her hands, to move over the vee of her legs and the striking white cotton covering her there between. The skin of his face heated as he lifted his eyes to Uhura's, the question she posed only serving to further inflame his rapidly rising arousal.]
The heat, the wetness, the taste. [He had to pause and take a breath, his heart beginning to pound in his chest.] I like the way it feels when I find just the right rhythm, a pattern she really likes, and it causes her to buck against my face, to use me for her pleasure. [He breathed, swallowed, licked his lips.] I like all of it, Nyota. Every second, the smell, the sounds she makes, the slickness left behind on my mouth, the ache in my jaw the next day. [He dragged his teeth over his lower lip, dropping his eyes to Uhura's lap again, his fingers curling into the edge of the couch cushion beneath him, already so eager to touch.]
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Date: 2016-08-14 05:03 am (UTC)Of course then Uhura moved to unzip her skirt, shimming to push it down her smooth thighs, and Sulu's mouth dropped open, his gaze falling to watch her hands, to move over the vee of her legs and the striking white cotton covering her there between. The skin of his face heated as he lifted his eyes to Uhura's, the question she posed only serving to further inflame his rapidly rising arousal.]
The heat, the wetness, the taste. [He had to pause and take a breath, his heart beginning to pound in his chest.] I like the way it feels when I find just the right rhythm, a pattern she really likes, and it causes her to buck against my face, to use me for her pleasure. [He breathed, swallowed, licked his lips.] I like all of it, Nyota. Every second, the smell, the sounds she makes, the slickness left behind on my mouth, the ache in my jaw the next day. [He dragged his teeth over his lower lip, dropping his eyes to Uhura's lap again, his fingers curling into the edge of the couch cushion beneath him, already so eager to touch.]